brennan on the moor

an afternoon out
a glorious drunk

sitting next to the window washer
clicking off to whoever was looking ov'r his shoulder

and next to
the nice Irish gent

who I have sorta 'known' for years
but rarely do i say 'hey'

and the old boys
talking of important people they know (i'm sure it's not talk)

and, of course the soccer couple-
no- do not look over! (trouble is in the looking)

they root for Portugal
and ignore the Sox

and me
an orange and a fourth a bowl of cereal

only this have i eaten
(worried) stuffeed by force

it's 2 pm and I haven't eaten yet
except for cafe

-and lots
seven by normal people standards

sitted
Lanigans

on the bar
half and a half and then a half

but not
an alley trip to boot

enough down
to teach me elsewise

if I wasn't working to-morrow
here'i'd'sit

Sox and European Cup
styling nicely

So I stagger back
worried since there is a nite game J & B

stomachs and imbibbing, but:
may to-nite we be like Ballack